Reminds me of a story when a buddy of mine asked me to take him and his wife to the airport. We all pile into his car and head out. About half way there I suddenly realize that the guy's Explorer is a manual and I haven't driven stick since, like, college!

It was a rough start once I had to pull away from Departures. You know that bit in The Terminator where Arnold looks at the gas truck's transmission and a diagram pops up? Same thing here. Off I went, back into San Francisco. It took a while with a few stall outs on the hills but I got the hang of it again.

I'm not a guy by any shape of the imagination, but Mr Playmore snarfed his beer last nite when the TV announced the new Bond Wannabe couldn't drive a shift.He yelled at the TV, "WTF are you kidding me???"

ETA: He taught ME how to drive on Memorial Day, 1990 on a VERY loose 1979 Toyota.He can drive a column (as he drove my dad's '51 International Harvester truck) but I cannot.

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The clutch cable broke in my 911 once in February and I drove it every day for 2 weeks sans clutch until it quit raining and warmed enough on a weekend to replace it. That was one of my really broke times.

I can also drive a non-syncro transmission and can even double clutch my Ford 9N with a hand throttle.

I have had trouble with a few like for some reason a Jaguar XJ12 takes about 7000lbs of pressure to edisengage the clutch and my buddie's 66 chevy with 3 on the tree, the clutch had a throw of about 2 feet and let our in the final 3/4". Also race cars with light flywheels.